The Idiots Page #4

- That's Jeppe.

- Yes?

He does the garden.

- And the flagstones.

- The flagstones too?

- Did you get the For Sale sign?

- Yes, it was just what we needed.

Know what?

You'd better take this seriously.

Or I'll find someone else to sell it.

You know that, right?

- What kind of craftsman is he?

- A glazier.

Luckily, as a couple of the shed

windows are broken...

We're thinking of putting hardened

glass in all the way round.

- Drive carefully.

- Not on your life.

We're so happy here.

I have no right to be so happy.

Oh, you have.

Of course, you have.

You're allowed to be here

and you're allowed to be happy.

- Do you believe me?

- Yes.

Hello, we're from a commune for

the mentally handicapped up the road.

Hello... is your mummy in?

Hello, we've some

Christmas decorations for sale.

- Want one?

- No, thanks.

How much are they?

Ped, how much are they?

$80.

- And five cents.

- They're not cheap.

What shall we say, then?

- $600.

- And five cents.

- They cost $2.

- And five cents.

Let's hope it lasts.

Look, we made $2.

- And five cents.

- Yes, and five cents.

We've debased ourselves enough

in this shitty district.

You'd better come outside,

there's been an accident in your drive.

- Is it serious?

- I think you may say so.

The retards were out selling

and they fell over.

You're in a spot.

Your running stones aren't flat.

- "Running stones"?!

- Yes.

They're far too high.

- Yes, but...

- Sulked... sulking...

- A bloody mess.

I hope you are insured.

Insured?

Is anybody hurt?

"ls anyone hurt"?

Well, I mean...

Are you sure it was the cobbles?

Are you saying they drag their feet?

- That they're clumbsy?

- No, no...

That they're too clumbsy

to cross your cobbles?

- Sulk...

- Shut up, Jeppe.

Nobody will buy these now.

They're completely f***ed.

You've spoiled things

for the retards.

- How much are they?

- $4.

- Each.

- And five cents...

Society doesn't pay to keep them...

... so they can bust their tails

on your running stones.

You've forgotten one.

Man... man... man.

Why Christmas decorations?

Why the humiliation?

No wonder people

who are already head cases...

... get a distorted picture of reality.

Would you rather make kites?

- What's this?

- Quite. What's this?

I'm Vibeke and I talked to your uncle

about the house.

It is this house that's for sale?

There's no sign...

... and there's usually a sign?

It must have fallen down.

We must put it up again.

Unless I can sell to you.

It's a cute house, isn't it?

Though it needs a bit of work.

Who'd move into anything today

and not chuck in a couple of million?

That's true.

- This will be removed.

- OK. It's not a fixture and fitting?

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